I am box free. Finally. And I haven’t been able to write until I could write just that, as order needed to be restored before my brain could compute words again. Back in LA in our new home. There’s a space for all of us here which is why I can see this house in our future for a long, long time. And then there’s the yurt! After some serious contemplation during the holidays, I feel like the yurt is a physical manifestation of a lot of my wishes; as if my birthday wish, the one that has nothing to do with others or anyone’s health,the one that comes just before you blow out the candles and remember ‘oh shit, I should wish for something for me!’ has come true. I wanted a center to my creative energy and it came in a very large, round wooden structure.
I’m at a moment in my life where things could go in many different directions. Having just spent two weeks awakening my English soul, I returned a bit more fragmented this time; the delicate balance of my pushing and pulling is slightly wobbly. I felt rushed in London and now I find myself wanting to take my time, even with the horrid boxes, to place rather than shove my belongings into an interesting position. Got to move like Jagger…bend it like Beckham…the images go on!
I’m just feeling the flow of things right now and I want to do it all a bit differently, push the boundaries on what is safe and explore more. Husband looks at me strangely and yet is intrigued enough to enter the yurt and bow, yes, bow. So who knows, this could be a spiritual awakening for all involved.